Pain Of Mockery

Written by: olusegun Arowolo

I pray to thee to remove  reproaches,
Day after day I shed tears on my bed,
Sadness doubles for all their approaches,

Tired of poisonous words which I`m been fed,
poverty and joblessness bite so hard,
day after day I shed tears on my bed.

True success has been issued a red card,
making me hopeless as I toil in vain,
poverty and joblessness bite so hard

Being abandoned by friends brings severe pain,
becoming laughing stock makes me feel shame,
making me hopeless as I toil in vain.

Childlessness and poverty are the same,
Death without trace is a better option,
becoming laughing stock makes me feel shame,

My heart and bone wane for this wrong notion,
I pray to thee to remove reproaches,
Death without trace is a better option,
Sadness doubles for all their approaches.